Iron County register., 1887-07-07

| Cottage, ,Ammanford Carmarth enshire
South Wales, February 18th, 1887, by
her loving sister, Mrs. Henry B. Jones
Washington, Davis county, Ind
A newspaper came this morning-it was sent
from oyer the sea
affected me,
For it told of the death of a nephew, dear.
ly cherished one;
His mother my only sister, and he was hel
only son.
How quickly my mind sped backward to tha,
glorious whitsun morn.
To that pretty wainscoted chamber, where
the beautiful boy was born.
Sister, can you forget how We waited with
bated breath:
For the doctor said the birth of your boy
would prove his mothers death.
All, the scene comes back so plainly; how
we watched in deep despair,
And when all danger was over how we
thanked the Lord in prayer.
My lips We're tho first to kiss the CHILD as !
held his tiny form,
And the brow that now lies cold in death, ah,
then how sweetly warm.
And don't you remember our mother, how
anxious she felt the while,
And how she tried to cheer you with her
ever winsome smile?
And our father, our dear kind father, whose
--s,.- heart for you did ache,
How fervently he prayed the Lord his
daughter He would not take.
I. in fancy, can see your boy and mine play
at their grandpa's knee,
While you and l looked gladly on such
pleasant sight to see;
How often rocked the cradle that soothed
your boy to rest;
And the two little boys, you know, sister,
have nursed from one mothers breast.
Then when left my native land and ventur-
ed o'er the sea,
You said that each little boy would be miss
ed so sadly by you and me.
Ah, see your child as 1 saw him then, with
his hair like strands of gold,
And little thought should see the day he
would lie in his grave so cold.
deeply sympathize with you, as only
sister can;
For know how dearly you loved your boy
from childhood up to man,
But truth is stranger than fiction, fate has
chosen singular way,
For the day that brought me the news of his
death was his Cousins wedding day.
Those two who loved each other, whose lives
so drifted apart,
While gave my boy my blessing, for yours
you were breaking your heart;
But remember this, my sister, as he sleeps
beneath the sod,
His angel spirit is smiling down, for he gave
his young heart to God.
[, too, have dear one in heaven; how I
wept when my darling died,
And felt at the time how gladly could lie
down by her side.
To-day, fancy, in heaven your boy with our
parents / see,
Taking care OF my angel daughter until she |
Is claimed by me.
10 father and mother and children have |
crossed to the other shore,
Not lost, not lost my sister, but only passed |
on before;
)f all that happy family, they have drifted |
one by one,
And now there is left on earth Just you and |
| alone.
low pity that fair young creature so lately |
happy bride,
low bright were then her prospects for q |
long life side by side,
But to-day lonely widow is the sirl who
gave him her heart.
Ne cannot divine the mystery why two SO |
loving should part.
lay you and be ready that when We oome
to die
We NAY feel sure OF meeting those loved ones
In the sky.
Ven meet loving family upon the golden
shore
And live eternally life far happier than be.
Henry Lang, Giovanoni Grandhomme,s
'arber, solicits the patronage of the public,
guaranteed. Shampooing, dye.
ng, etc., done in city style and at reasonabls
ates. Give him a call.